A voice from the dark.
Woman of honour is truly blessed.
Provided thee with a cherished spark.
The joy thy bought was never guessed.
Never believed, would make a choice.
When with dulcet tones you saved.
Lady spoke he heard her voice.
That vocal poet, she who raved.
Perchance that flowers of love occur.
Enhance those feelings, let them grow.
May our feelings be as one, with that I do concur.
Only you and I know.
Something’s are maybe meant to be.
Perhaps that poet man and me.
By ladylivvi1

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